Born To Be Wild!

Get your motor running. Head out on the highway! What a great song “Born to Be Wild” is. Every time it’s on the radio it reminds me of simpler, more carefree times. I can’t help thinking about being on my motorcycle cruising through town.

People smile when they see my checks. Speaking of motorcycles, there’s a new site called Harley Davidson Checks. Each one has a different picture of a Harley, various colors and bike models. They are the epitome of cool.

Each check I write is a conversation starter. It’s funny the associations people have with motorcycles, especially Harleys. One time a Wal-Mart cashier started telling me about the time she was riding with her boyfriend in the country. He never let her drive but she didn’t mind too much because she liked having an excuse to hold him. (Do women really need an excuse?)

Another time an old guy told me all about his ride to Sturgis years ago. He had the time of his life riding with his buddies from southern California to South Dakota. Times sure have changed. We were laughing about more recent rallies at Sturgis where riders were pulling into town in campers. They only rode their bikes part of the way. What’s the fun in that?

My friends at the bike shop saw my checks and laughed. I guess I’m just one of “those” people that collect everything and anything related to Harleys. Hey, they’re a classic. Why wouldn’t I want my checks to have hogs on them? Harley Davidson is known and revered world wide.

I guess you can call me a big fan of Harleys. I take it as a compliment. It’s pretty cool that people comment on my checks. There’s nothing better than making them remember the freedom and rush of riding a Harley. And on that note, it’s time for me to grab my helmet and my keys and hit the road.